I’m really wishing Laurel Hill wasn’t so far away right now. 430 miles! I’d love to spend the day exploring there thoroughly.
In the seventh picture that mausoleum almost says my last name. It’s just one letter off. ‘Dolan’ as opposed to ‘Doolan’. I’ve only seen one headstone that said Doolan on it, which was my grandfathers, so I’m always more than a little excited to see it or anything close. I don’t feel like I have a unique last name, although I’ve never met any other Doolans who weren’t closely related to me. The thought of stumbling upon long lost relatives is such an exciting one.
Find part one of the photos here!